"Do I make you happy?" he asks her.

She ponders for a moment, holding him closer to her chest.

"I was told, while growing up, that no one can make another person happy, that you have to do it yourself. I never believed it then, and I don't now. Because, my dear, without you, I would be submerged in total misery.

"My life would go on, without a doubt, but what kind of life would it be? I would only be one-half of a person; I could not be happy with the huge hole in my heart that I would have. You are a part of me; you complete me. When we are together, there is nothing in the world that could separate this bond. I look into your eyes and am drowned in the emotion that I see in them.

"With you, I am beautiful. With you, I am witty, intelligent, fun. You make me these things. You make it possible, for it is what you see, therefore, it is what I become.

"Without you, I am nothing. I am a speck in time that has no meaning, no results. It is because of your love that I live. It is because of your love that I am. If fills me, covers me, makes me laugh, cry, dream. All I live for is to be part of you. I dream of us becoming one, an entity all in its own, comprised of us, for us, but inseparable. On that day, happiness will no longer have any meaning to us, neither will sadness, pain, regret. There will be just love.

"Yes, my dear. You make me happy. Happier than I could ever have hoped to be in my life."

And, pleased with her answer, he sighs, kisses her once lightly on her breast and closes his eyes to sleep, once again, in her arms.